Absolutely, Positively, No Harry's Allowed// H.S

Chapter 34

Harry's POV

   This is the first time I've been at the rink to see Knox fight, and to say that I'm not shaking with adrenaline would be a lie.

     The little bar they brought me to the other weekend when we were getting stuff figured out for Principal Sanders is fucking packed. There's nowhere in this little place that you can stand without touching someone else. I've been by Memphis's side the whole time, and watch as she wrangles up money from all these men on this fight.

    Thousands and thousands of dollars go into these bets, and there's a handful of times that Memphis has to go and empty the bag into a safe because she can't fit anymore cash in there.

     "Is it always like this?" I ask her, finding it hard to believe this place is like this over every fight that Knox is involved in.

     "No, never this bad before. Knox always has a decent crowd that comes and watches him or bets on him, but tonight he's fighting another guy who is also undefeated. So not only does he have a crowd that follows him, but everyone is coming to see whose fucking record is about to be messed up." Dickson answers for her, standing by Memphis as well to make sure no one gets brave and tries to lunge for the money bag in her hand. Not that I think anyone who did something like that would get very far in a place like this.

    It's safe to say every man in here who is betting on this fight has some kind of gun attached to his hip, and he knows really well on how to use it.

I turn and glance at the little digital board up above the crowd and see the fight starts in less than 5 minutes. Memphis must notice this too, because next thing I know she's climbing up on top of the bar and clipping her hands around her mouth to address the crowd, "This is your last chance to place your bets on this fight. Brooks against Cunningham, and if you paid for anyone other than Brooks you're a damn idiot!"

I hear a couple of jeers in the crowd at her last statement and make sure to step a little closer to her just in case she pissed off the wrong mob member.

"Really? Could we maybe not die tonight?" Dickson asks Memphis as soon as she climbs down from the bar. "It's going to be bad enough if this fight goes to shit."

"Why don't you have faith in Knox? It's not like he's ever even came close to losing before."

"He's also never fought anyone this good before either."

Memphis rolls her eyes at Dickson, clearly not worrying the way he is. "He'll be fine. If Knox is good at anything, it's fighting."

Dickson doesn't say anything back, and we anxiously wait as the time for the fight to start continues to dwindle down. Memphis runs the bag into the back one last time, having collected a couple more last minute bets before the fight. Walking back Over to us, she has a big smile on her face.

"What?" I ask.

"This fight has brought in over a hundred grand, that's what Monty just told me. If Knox wins this fight, he'll get 40% of the earnings."

Dicksons eyes get so big I'm worried they're about to pop out of his head. "Are you saying..if Knox wins this fight, he could get over 40 grand in winnings?"

Memphis nods her head enthusiastically, and starts jumping up and down while clapping her hands. Dickson looks like he's in shock.

Me? I'm happy for them of course, but I'm just ready to see him fight.

Finally, a man stands up on a little podium and grabs a microphone that's connected to the speakers placed all around this bar.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! It's finally time for that part of the night that we've all been waiting for. Who's ready to meet our fighters?" He asks, and the crowd roars in response, anxiously waiting for the ball to get rolling.